life should be enjoyed....
not endured
-Gordon B. Hinckley
This becomes the truest statement once I get home. I found this poem that describes my home
Family
© Marilyn R. Barfield
What family means to me is more
Than mere words can convey
It's been the basis for my life
And how I've faced each day.
The nurturing of Mom and Dad
From birth to puberty
Instilled in me a sense of worth
And love for family.
The holiday festivities
The picnics in the park
The camp outs by the river
And my Mother's prayers at dark
Are just a few examples
From my childhood memories
That show the warmth of family
And what they've meant to me.
The close knit love of siblings
With my parents T.L.C
Has made me know and feel the warmth
That bonds a family.
Source: What Family Means To Me, Home Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/family/poetry.asp?poem=738#ixzz1TN7iPXqp
I love being home<3
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